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Weekly Contest #160
(Content warning for animal birth) When my husband left me, I felt like I was going to die. My heart ached so fiercely that I swore it would simply shatter into a million pieces within my chest. The only small consolation I could take from my husband abandoning me was that he hadn’t left me for another person. He just left because he didn’t love me anymore and he didn’t like the life we had created. “I hate this place!” he had shouted at me over breakfast. He gestured aggressively out the open window to the rolling plains and slo...
(Story contains brief mentions of death and animal sacrifice) Amara grew up in the farming village of East Valley. The people of East Valley prided themselves on their ability to grow crops of all sorts, and through all seasons. No other place was so green, so luscious, so fertile as the region of the Twin Valleys. East Valley had been in existence for hundreds of years since the first men had set foot on the continent. Amara’s family had been tied to the land for their entire cumulative history. She was as much a part of East Vall...
Weekly Contest #110
The road was long and winding. Off in the distance, to my right, were large, rising plateaus. Everywhere else, as far as I could see, were rolling hills of flowers, Joshua trees and cactus. Springtime granted life to an otherwise desolate desert. Where normally there were only the spiked and withered dry-weather plants, gentle rains had coaxed dormant seeds into bursting forth out of the dirt. Blossoms bloomed frantically and colorfully, desperate to pollinate before they shriveled and turned to dust once more. Spring was the only time of ye...
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